Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.